Philophobia
- The fear of love or of becoming emotionally connected with another person. It shares many of the same traits as other specific phobias, particularly those that are social in nature.
Twilight Phobia's Serie [2]
Short Story
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Grunts and hisses were heard around the room, the sound of their sneakers sliding and squeaking were a rhythm of one. The smacks of each boxing glove were the motivation for the young girl with deep long black hair — Monse Clemente-Cruz.
"Guard your face." Her father, Larry Clemente-Cruz, grunts as he's the one taking his daughters hitting. "Stop stuttering your hits, Monse." Larry shifts from left to right trying to overthrow Monse tactics. "Switch it up!" He yells.
Monse huffs in anger. She loves challenges but when it came to training with her dad it was like a game of who's right or wrong. "If you kept your arms steady then maybe-" she spins a 180 and kicks her dad right at his chest making him lose his breath, "I wouldn't be stuttering my steps." She laughs.
Larry grins looking up at his daughter, "You always know when to hurt me real good, don't you?" He says sarcastically. Monse winks, she grabs two ice cold water bottles and walks over to him where he is spread wide open and hands one to him. "Now I'm starting to believe you are getting stronger than me." Larry chugs his water like it was air, Monse rolls her eyes.
"Am not," she says giggling. "No one can be stronger than the great heir of los Clemente-Cruz."
Her father laughs along with her. "True, but you're next in line honey." Monse rolls her eyes. "I know you don't want to be part of the supernatural world baby, but you know that our bloodline is ancient and we-"
Monse cuts him off. "We need to continue it, I know. I just-" she looks at the wall in front of her, she's had this conversation with her father every month and every year as she remembers, 'there's just never a way out' as she says. She knows it's important, she just doesn't understand why she has to be involved when she can just have kids and continue the bloodline instead of becoming 'it'.
"So I become this wolf, and then what? I just give my body to my mate and make babies at that moment dad?" She says, shaking her head as her father stands up.
Larry grunts. "Monse, we talked about this."
Monse gets up from the floor and groans in frustration, she walks towards a door and presses a button — a bookshelf shifts to the left and she walks out from the training room. Larry knew not to take it personally, it was in Monse nature since she's about to shift in a few months later.
Larry follows his daughter to the dining room where she stood next to a few framed pictures of her mother and her little brother. Today was the day when they were suddenly taken away. Maite Clemente-Cruz was just 35 and her son Luca was just six years old when they were tragically killed in a car wreck, she was on her way to drop him off to school when a vehicle smashed into them out of nowhere. That was the day when Monse saw her father cry for the first time ever.
"I miss them," Monse whispers.
Larry was a man of power, he reeked of power in fact. Everywhere he went they knew he was something more than just a man, he was a loyal and honest man to everyone especially towards his wife. Wherever she went he followed like a lost pup, whenever she spoke he was mesmerized, when she laughed it was like heaven for him — all he wanted from her was for her happiness.
"Me too." Larry's hugs his daughter so tightly they started sobbing silently.
When they were taken away he yelled so loud that he had woken Monse up from her nap. Monse was 16 at the time and she was suffering with the flu badly, her parents knew it wasn't sickness- it was the beginning of her ancestral instinct kicking in. She wasn't aware just yet, in fact she had no idea what her family name was made of; she just knew when she visited La Push everyone nodded towards her family as if they were showing respect.
When she was told of her mother's and brother's death she screamed, it was an ear piercing scream so loud that her father's ear was bleeding. She didn't know what to do as well as her father.
Within months of their death, Larry decided it was time to move from Pittsburgh to Forks town where his family house had been standing since 1912. Monse knew she and her father couldn't stand the pity from everyone in their city so they packed all of their belongings and flew to Washington.
At their arrival she saw new faces, and the smell of wet dogs. Although she wasn't a full sized wolf yet her father taught her everything he was taught growing up. They had no family but themselves, they visited the town once or twice when the food shopping needed to be done but never leaving their home, except for school of course.
Everyone was sceptical about Monse, she wasn't like any of the girls in the school. She rode a dirt bike instead of a car, she wore leather jackets instead of cardigans, she'll laugh at any guy who'll flirt with her as if they were joking.
"She just wasn't normal" they'll say.
They aren't wrong of course, she just didn't care.
